‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. Here we are. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. “Will he live?” The doctor shook his head. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence.
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